"Say, he's a real one! I met him over at the Tremont talkin' to Hvranek.

He shakes hands like a dead fish.

Whaddye think he had the nerve to say to me.

'This isn't the Mr.Tiernan of the second ?' he says.
"'I'm the same,' says I.
"'Well, you don't look as savage as I thought you did,' says he.
Haw-haw! I felt like sayin', 'If you don't go way I'll give you a slight tap on the wrist.' I'd like just one pass at a stiff like that up a dark alley." (Mr.Tiernan almost groaned in anguish.) "And then he begins to say he doesn't see how there can be any reasonable objection to allowin' various new companies to enter the street-car field.

'It's sufficiently clear,' he says, 'that the public is against monopolies in any form.'" (Mr.Tiernan was mocking Mr.Klemm's voice and language.) "My eye!" he concluded, sententiously.